Bridget shook his head. "Oh, I don't know about prison food myself. But while I was travelling, I had some really terrible food." He made a face then laughed.

"But I've met so many nice people here, that I don't think I would mind if the food was bad so long as I had nice company to eat with." He smiled warmly at Armand. "Don't you think?"

Having the orderlies around was really putting a damper on what he could and couldn't talk about.